By Abrahim Harb
you write so feverishly—
do you ever not write?
of course you occasionally talk,
but it’s about poetry;
it never tires either of us.
it’s the glue, that binds me & you -
as the voice of this professor rings endlessly.
Soon all I can hear are words.
But whose?
2 p.m. comes all too soon.
I can’t wait to do this again.
